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Lil Rob - Somethin' 2 Relate 2 lyrics
Orale What's up man Back once again Giving you somthing to relate to I'm kicking back at my pad Getting it through with my familia otra ves It's time to bail out and get out of this mess So they don't really like my ways And they don't really give a damn about what I say So I jump in the carrucha, keep trucha I'm strolling through the town steady scraping the ground Now I'm lighting up the area Some staring at me suprised I'm still alive Cuz back in the day I got shot homey Because we let the bullets fly But that don't mean I'll lecture you how I almost died Why did this chump survive, that's why I'm still alive Lil' Rob con trunamos since 95 Ain't no stopping me now Lil' Rob is on the prowl Don't ask me how cuz I don't have to explain it Don't ask me how cuz it's too complicated For you uneducated vatos to learn You try to creep up but you sleep cuz I'm rolling nine deep And to you vatos who disrepect me then want help from me You must be stupid, you're acting like a dummy with the [Chorus] L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D I'm the L-I-L R-O-B B-R-O-W-N C-R-O-W-D Dropping rhymes smoothly, oh man It's Lil' Rob the vato with the Brown mind on his shoulders I've never done it, but I've seen more crytal than Folgers I guess you could say I've got my choice Either get messed up or jumped, or I pay on the invoice People buying up my vocals Sometimes they're mellow and sometimes they're loco Cruising through the Eastside, flip it to the B-side Rolling with my primo, so watch the 63 glide I've got my hyna on the side of me She's on the right of me, and she's looking so damn fine to me Hey babe, come a little closer So that Lil' Rob can hold ya As I drop a little taste for my race Oh yes, she left the marks of her lips on my face Simon we're rolling, rag-top folding We're cruising slow, the jura pulled us over for being too low They never fail to harrass us Always pulling us over never ever will they pass us I'm living life on the calle so let me tell it If you don't know my name ese then let me spell it [Chorus] Hey man, I'm only twenty Some people say "Lil' Rob get out the gang" But then they say it like if it ain't no thang But see, even if I say I don't claim They still know my face and they still know my name I see some vatos that I hate But I won't hit them up because I'm trying to get my life straight But they decide to hit me up instead I'm on their leva, they're the ones who want me dead So um, what am I supposed to do? It's time to show these fools In the crazy life man their ain't no rules And you gotta understand I'm doing the same damn thing as any other man You can call it gang violence or call in what you will But even the most innocent man will kill Stay still, as I drop shit reality All the gente talking that petho cuz they just can't handle me Because I speak about the real, and how I feel And I still kick back with the homeboys from the hood But to the Man upstairs, I'm trying to do good Yeah man, you gotta understand You may call it a gang thing But you'd do the same thing tambien Right, giving you something to relate to [Chorus] |
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